60. Second Day
Thumper POV I hate shifting. No — hate wasn’t even a strong enough word for what I felt. I despised the entire damn process. If I could personally drag shifting itself and throw it into an active volcano, I would do it without hesitation. That was how deeply I loathed it. Every part of it felt wrong. It was worse than puberty had ever been — worse than sleeping in a freezing tent, worse than any discomfort I had endured growing up. Worse than memories I wished I could erase. Worse than Mario. Worse than the life I had before everything began spiraling into something I never asked for. Shifting was pain. Shifting was loss of control. Shifting was my body betraying me from the inside out. And the cruelest part? I hadn’t even changed in the ways that might have made the suffering fe
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